"'Tis the damp and cold got into my bones," she had said, making light of it, "and they'll just have to get out again, that's all.

There is nothing like moving about for working it off.

If I'd sat still as some folks do, I shouldn't be able to move at all by this time." But on this morning even she was forced to give in.

"I think the cold has touched my liver," she said feebly, "and I don't feel fit for nothing.

I'll stay in bed for a bit, that's the best way," and indeed she felt far too unwell to do anything else.